BEFORE THE SECOND ACT BEGINS

BEFORE THE SECOND ACT BEGINS

It's 2A.M. and I sit on the edge of sanity

wrapped within a need like a token of love

with one hand clapping in the silence.

The compass to happiness lies broken

like a lark in prime-time, broad-band illusion.

Part of me remembers this play on stage and

knows the second act is always better...

Yet tonight as sleep once again locks herself in a

different room, I am a worn and wrinkled sleeve

who always leaves before the second act begins.

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Reviews

[wordman]

well hang around a bit the play gets better

[Miss Sharon]

LOL...Perhaps it will Ron. Thanks for reading. ~Sharon

[wordman]

you`re welcome